I don't know what tot do! I found out that my boyfriend is bi, I told my mom and she is freaking out. She told me to run away from him. I really like him,: I don't know what to do! My mom is acting like he's some kind of freak. I am so upset :'(
I want him to call me like he said he would... I want him to actually take me to the movies like he says he will. I want him to stick with a plan for once. He has me nervous about the dance... I'm so used to him letting me down that I just expect it now. MaiiEeeShaSha;x
Wanna go to the dance with me? sure.. I didnt think you would want to go to something like that... Well I didnt want to at first but I kinda feel like I owe it to you for being a dick, that and I REALLY wanna dates chu :) <3 awww :) so are you going to stick to this then? yes. I'm getting my suit this weekend. ok :) because if I get a dress for nothing then you're dead :D and you're off to a good start :) YAYness! format by jimmy365
I want to go back to the time when I was little and everyone was still alive. I want to go back to the time when I could lay there and have someone hold me and rub my nose until I fell asleep. it's only getting worse.
I know no one cares, but I just have to say, I hate the way you look at me with disgust and disdain. I hate the way no one talks to me and no one really cares, I hate the way under my eyes look, filled with tiredness and fear. I hate feeling like I'm unwanted by people, why can't I have one person who makes me feel like I am needed in their life? I hate how she had to leave me before I could really see just how amazing she was to me, and appreciate it fully. I hate the way I have no one to rely on. I hate the way you can do that to me, but I can't do it back. I am sick of being the one who has to tip-toe on egg shells, I want to be the one who can speak their mind. Most of all I hate crying about everything basically every night. I shouldn't have to cry about things that others take for granted. I know no one cares, and no one reads these, I just thought I'd get it out there. Maybe I'll heal.
I Hate The Way I Look, when I look at myself I want to cry because I hate what I see. Shopping just makes me lose any confidence that I might have had. My legs are disgusting with broken vessels, the big mole on my arm makes me stay away from wearing short sleeves and the big fat roll on my stomach prevents me from wearing tank tops. The dark purple bags under my eyes make a wonderful addition to my face along with the hair that grows there that has to be plucked and shaved. It's almost not worth it to try.